I'm adopted, he's in the Air Force, and all we really want is family.
After 8 miscarriages, and one failed adoption, this blog is a journal through infertility, adoption, and now parenthood, now that Isaac has filled our baby carriage, and it's about to be filled again with a surprise, successful (so far) pregnancy!
It's sometimes blunt, sometimes improper, but always real. This is our story.

Baxter has ZERO body fat, so only goes outside on cold days like this (-18* wind chill- really, this isn't freaking Alaska, it's the Midwest!) to do his business and run back in.

An HOUR after we let him in he was still kinda shivering and doing this little whine he does when he isn't happy. My husband gets OUT OF BED, rummages around in my step daughter's bedroom, and goes to get the little heater we have...

He would never do that for me. Of this I'm positive.

Baxter snuggling up with the heater blowing on him.... really? REALLY?!?!

My husband will turn on the gas fireplace for our dog AND move her bed in front so she has the heat from the fire radiating out on her also. Unlike Michelle's dog, our boxer has some body fat but still not much fur. It's pretty pathetic.